Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 48 ~ Her Games

ALEX

I drum my finger on the table as I watch Athena. She just laughed at something Noah said, and I already want to rip her off that chair.

I've always had control of everything, but this woman seems to be proving me wrong.

From the way I Itch to touch her soft skin to the way my heart boils at the mention of divorce from her lips.

This is wrong. These thoughts are wrong. I shouldn't feel this way for a woman I'm bound to leave.

A smile threatened to stretch my lips at the memory of how hot she looked when she challenged me. She burnt my car simply because I burnt her stupid outfit, and I must say it shocked me that wasn't upset about it. Especially when it's my favorite car.

"Right Alex?" Leah's voice reaches my ears and I turn to face her, not knowing what the fuck she said.

"Right." I respond nonchalantly but can't help but wonder what the hell I just agreed to when I see a flicker of hurt in Athena's eyes.

She avoids my gaze and bites her bottom lip.

That damn lip drives me crazy.

I want to bite on it when I don't even know when I started getting attracted to her.

What the Fuck is wrong with me?

She lifts her chin like she's ready to fight me, and for some reason, it makes something twist deep in my chest.

I shouldn't care. I shouldn't. I repeat the words like a chant hoping they'll clear my head but damn it, nothing goes as it should

Athena reaches over and grabs my glass. I hate it when people touch my things. But for some reason, I can't seem to get angry at her. Actually, I'm intrigued as I sit back and watch her take a sip from my drink leaving a dent of lipstick on it.

"What is wrong with you Athena? Alex hates what you just did, do you want to get a rise out of him?" Leah's angry tone remarks.

But Athena is unfazed as she holds my gaze, a smile playing on her lips,

"I don't see him complaining. Do you Noah?" She turns and smiles at him.

equally in shock but recovers and

know what is going on in that

over my arm, the touch is light

right to, because I hate it.

all night. Dance with me?" she purrs, loud enough for

I don't want to dance. I don't want to touch Leah. But when

the fuck out of

suddenly my

latching onto my arm as we

focus on her. My eyes stay locked on Athena as Noah leans closer, saying something that

the table,

she stands, her hand

Noah's arm for balant

wave of rage slices

through

me. '

this

pressing her body close to mine, but

guides her toward the floor

the fuck is

up my chest, but

trying to remind

BUMS

is what I'm supposed

It doesn't work.

at something

when she

I doubt Noah is even

funny.

sense of humor, none of us

ticks, grinding my teeth so hard

Leah stumble, and

"Alex?"